Jesus is tight, but you’d probably find more happiness with a good plastic surgeon.
I’m chewing on dog teeth and hospital fat bags.
So maybe we should welcome it with open arms?
And should you smell the burning and hear the screaming.
You can’t tell yourself we didn’t deserve it.
Piles of human and antiseptic as we cut the ugly.
Mothers wielding crosses made of children bones.
Armies of the half dead with their arms to the sky.
Those who spoke against him bled from their throats as their jaws had been torn away.
We knew it was blood because it was warmer than the air.

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    General CommentI saw this on XM Liquid Metal and almost crashed because I was laughing so hard. Seriously? Hospital fat bags? How do people even come up with this?? XD
    Detroitmetalcityon October 27, 2015   Link
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    General Commenteverything about this song has become my personal religion, and means to survive life
    SaviorSalvation213on March 04, 2008   Link

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